Talk:Wreck of the Clawkeel/@comment-2246928-20150413151413/@comment-32303-20161009221302

Pausing only long enough to grab a weapon from under the claw of a fallen lizard, a light spear with a sharp obsidian tip,  Vayna followed at a sprint, tucking her dirk into her belt. ''Thank the Seasons. . .'' the marten thought.